Testing Positive for Coronavirus is like being Trapped in Phil Connors . . .

Forever trapped in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania

I woke up at eight-thirty every morning. I’d grab my cell phone and turn the alarm off. I’d check my emails, I’d check my SMS’, I’d check my instant messages. Staring at my phone for a few more minutes hoping something magical might happen, I’d swing my feet to the floor and sit for…